Artist: Bayside
Song: Talking Of Michelangelo

The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face
Is look up from underneath my feet,
Staring at the hallow, broken boy,
Who's lost and wandering these city streets,
And every night I wander here alone,
The night that we will meet.

I wonder when we'll finally understand,
Why time can wash away the right,
It was made of sand,
And it's wonderful
The pain,
That comes with regret,
Sometimes you have to see the beauty,
In our hearts is loneliness.

The streetlights flicker,
And then they fade,
Like every good intention that I've had,
And every face that passes through my mind,
And I'll be struggling with,
These same old dreams,
Until this concrete turns to sand,
And I'm swept up by the waves.

I wonder when we'll finally understand,
Why time can wash away the right,
It was made of sand,
And it's wonderful,
The pain,
That comes with regret,
Sometimes you have to see the beauty,
In our hearts is loneliness.

There's only so many chances that you get to do,
Something that's this important,
Now I'd rather sink than swim.
Sooner grace came speeding up and steamed,
Telling all the broken dreams I swept away.

And I wonder when,
When I'll bow out,
Wash me away like I was made of sand,
And It's wonderful,
It's wonderful.

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